Devil Mouse Novels & Stories

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

“Are you that excited to bring me to your workplace? Hmm?” “You are messing with me, Devon.” “I’m not.” “You are. Definitely. I can see you grinning.” Biting her lower lip to keep her mouth together in a tight-lip, she denied his allegation. “I’m not.” Speeding up his car, Daemon can only shake his head in resignation. “What would I do to you, you little gremlin?” “Oh shut up, you evil pig!”

He called to me, his smile unwavering, “Say it.” The room went frigid as I said, almost whispering, “You are a demon.” His eyes blazed a bright yellow, and a smile spread across his face. It couldn’t be possible, it couldn’t be—a demon in this realm. However, this demon wasn’t your typical one; whereas regular demons had black eyes, his eyes were yellow. I cringed at the thought of that term, “Memphis,” and it suddenly clicked in my mind like atoms exploding together.He could tell I knew exactly who he was, so he urged me, “Go on.” “You are the devil’s spawn, Memphis Morningstar. Archdemon. “The prince of hell and the king of the cross-road demons,” I remark, observing his smile widen. Godda

Devica, the Luna of the pack, prowled silently through the dense underbrush of the forest. Her heightened senses were on high alert, the scent of her imposter lingering in the air. She had caught wind of the doppelgänger's deceitful intentions and was determined to uncover the truth. Moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting ethereal beams of silver onto the forest floor. Devica's white fur blended seamlessly with the glow, granting her an otherworldly presence. With each step, her paws barely made a sound, her movements becoming an elegant dance with the night.

Tsuki was right in the middle of negotiations between the demons that could join him, in an alliance, among them, the very demon that represented laziness. - So, you have to beat me in my game, in reality, it's easy to beat me in my territory. - Laziness said. - Do you accept a video game? – Tsuki questioned. - I accept, but the timer is running. - He said. At that time, the sloth, or the devil personified, was a giant elephant-sized version of a brown and purple sloth lying there sprawled on the floor next to the conference table.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

The devilish smile tugged at his lips as the meaning of his words sank in. "I cannot look away from what you did to the dress," he said, voice casual but dangerous, "I have a very good memory, which is both a blessing and a curse. Come, little mouse. It’s time to punish you. Follow me," he commanded, turning his back on her. Glancing over his shoulder, he added, "Come. The faster, the better." Sherryl didn’t want to follow, but what choice did she have? The phrase 'You reap what you sow' echoed in her mind as she forced herself to comply, telling herself not to act out impulsively. But it was hard not to retaliate against his actions.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.